She told me to think about it...
And I thought, I'm not ready for this
I wish, that things could be different
That the hand that life dealt was efficient
Consistent with how I thought it should be
Being in control of the direction of my own destiny
or so I thought
Caught, with my intelligence locked up in a vault
And I couldn't find the combination
Tribulations, trials, trials tribulations
Degradations, frustrations and mental ejaculations
Then patience...

-I rationalized why she asked me that-

She saw the father that she envisioned for her son
A man who could teach her son to overcome
And then some
How could I have been so dumb?
She sees the value in me
Value and worth that I couldn't even see
Hmm!
And now again I think!
I'm excited to be her baby's daddy
And gladly, father her son
He may not have my last name
But I'll love him just the same
And tame those impulsive thoughts
That brought, about anxiety
A sigh of relief
My thoughts don't control me!

I can't forget to mention
No matter the “PLAN,” remember Divine Intervention

It was, is and always will be
The Creator's job to determine destiny